Grah! I had a similar issue when I wanted to find out what they found out during my surgery and I was going to have to wait a month to do so, but I managed to convince them to move up my appointment as I was going traveling. Our health care system can be awesome and entirely frustrating. Hopeing good things for you!

i had the same issue with my face. there's nothing there if you're standing a little further but it felt bumpy and disgusting and i didn't like the feel of it against my hands. i got a deep cleanse facial later and started using a toner after cleansing at night. helped a lot! i feel like i still need to exfoliate more but meh... hope that helps. x

"i just want to sleep and read and climb mountains." when i quit my job a year ago i thought i'd fall into this weird, idle stance, but no. nothing. i feel nothing towards a career that may have passed on. i find my life in sleeping, reading, and climbing mountains, too. i'm not happy but i know i can't possibly be sad.

do it! that sounds cool and fun and if it sucks the life out of you, you'll have a bunch of money to do self-soothing shit with afterward. i know i know nothing about this and therefore have no basis for forming an actual opinion, but now at least you know how it feels when someone says to go forth & triumphantly crush it

That's hilarious. I should have bitched about it sooner. Or maybe I should bitch about other things? "I'd love it if I'd win the goddamn lottery someday"? I'll let you know how that one pans out. So now what I've been wanting to ask you for AGES - can I have your new password? I scoured my email and couldn't find your email address to ask you. Bah! I'm mcdermott.c@hotmail.com

making a constant effort to stay in contact, being extremely open with feelings on both sides (especially of frustration), and making some sort of effort to still have a sexual connection, too (at least, this is what works for us the majority of the time).

long distance is shitty. even not seeing someone for a month is shitty. and sometimes it just makes you angrier, not fonder, because you get doubly frustrated since you can't see or touch them--which sometimes would be all you need.

we didn't record their album, they did most of that themselves (they control everything about how they're recorded and marketed. very smart). I've recorded them for various other things they've done, recorded live sets, and mixed a couple of their shows. gainesville is a small town, they've carved themselves a nice little niche there and I'm glad they're sticking around.

Nah, I don't have time for that shit anymore. And I've never been one for pretty, prissy girls, anyway. Basically I got drunk and high and typed the lyrics as they were playing, however irrelevant they might have been.

For what it's worth, I have always separated love and sex. Even now, four years into a relationship, ENGAGED. I still don't feel that thing that some people talk about, when love and sex combine. And I have loved men in all kinds of ways, genuinely, passionately, hopefully. I love my fiance in a way that I never thought I would love another human being, in which I'm very honest and therefore vulnerable (because if there is one thing that creates vulnerability, it is honesty). But I have never felt that thing, like, I donít know, making love? Certainly nothing to do with souls. I feel that my sex life is currently the best it has ever been, because I am consistently having orgasms multiple times a week. Heís the first guy Iíve ever been with who actually cares about that. But I donít feel some magical difference because we love each other. He wants to please the person heís having sex with, so thereís that. And weíre comfortable enough with each other to be honest about what we want/like/donít like/etc. And that is why, to me, our sex life is different than all my previous experiences. But Iíve never felt anything emotional during sex. So, you knowÖI donít know what that means. I would like to think that it isnít necessarily a sign of being broken. But, if it is, then know that you arenít alone.

No way jose! Bees are not my friend. Especially at this time of year. They're all angry and on the rampage. And maybe he wanted some of my sandwich. OR MAYBE HE WANTED TO STING MY FACE. I can't take these kind of chances.

your list of spirit animals was amazing! i was trying to figure out what kind of portrait you could get from those characters. from this i think you must be: philosophical, non-conforming, quick-witted, old-souled, an escapist, striving to be a mythical hero but also a villain, aaand a little bit slutty? hope you take this in the spirit it was intended; i love reading your thoughts.

i'm trying to teach one of my friends how to be a slut as well. she confessed to me a while ago that she's never been kissed. and now she's sending me pictures of her breasts - wild as womanly possible (things i don't understand because my chest looks like a 12 year old girl's) - and says she's been sending them to a married man who likes her. she pleaded with me to tell her "no" but i said "yes" 'cause i wanted her to be kissed.

it's a really depressing realization, isn't it? and it feels like that's all i've ever done. just stay with things that don't make me happy. ps. most of the time i finish reading your entries and just think about how adorable you and what you write are.

That is a great idea! Which I'm stealing. I definitely need a brainy sidekick to help me through this. My co-worker was thinking about signing up for the same class so we could help each other and I was like, "Uh, we're both bad at math. We're just going to sit there and tell each other the wrong answers." Oh I just had a sad thought, what if there aren't smart kids in my class because it's so basic? Gah. It's literally the minimum to graduate, I might be out of luck.

Eleven stings?! I was feeling sad for myself because yesterday I realized I had two normal size mosquito bites on my thigh, which overnight have somehow turned into one Super Bite? It's the biggest mosquito bite I have ever seen. But eleven wasp stings? You win.

I've been contemplating making a proper bucket list for years, but I worry it will make me realize everything I haven't done and send me spiraling into a pit of depression. As self reflection tends to do :P

i think this old soul had some karma to correct. so i got this oozy bleeding heart and big titted body and they threw me into georgia. with not a 'good luck' so much as a snickering, hopeful 'bash some psyches before they drive you insane.' that's the prevailing theory, anyway lmao. i can't remember your password, btw, and couldn't seem to find it in my email. strangeprophet@gmail.com would grandly appreciate a reminder

i found the book he has available for free and i like his style. he suits his name. the words all exude intense moods and precise emotional weight. i can see how somebody like that would be able to churn out something readable in such a tiny speck of time. i just don't think i could write a fiction story in such a short amount of time without leaning heavily on something else for the direction of the plot. a script or some kerouac-style expression of life, maybe. really, it's just terrifying to look up every now and then to realize that you're neck and neck in a horse race against every person ever, apparently...and just when i'd managed to contemplate taking a break. haha, whatever.

update: Still fixing stuff as fast as I can!. As you may have noticed, Diaryland is being renovated, which is still in progress. Bugs are all being fixed. The new design should work on phones much better than the old one, and pages in the members area are being converted to the new look one by one, so they can be tested. Please email help@diaryland.com with any new problems, but things that are already bugs should be fixed soon!